...although it still hasn't exactly sunk in yet since I found out early this morning.
Now it's off to college - just as soon as I figure out what is it I'd like to do.
Should I be disappointed?
Initially, the reason for getting my GED in order to get a higher education was because I had an interest in phlebotomy (okay, I admit it... I have a morbid fascination with blood as some folk with short attention spans are hynotically drawn to shiny bling-blings). Only that goal has hit a snag.
I was able to find
one college thus far offering the course, and since space was limited, I hurried to get my high school equivelency by August.
Not only did I miss the fall classes just to sit and twiddle my thumbs as I could wait to take it next year, I also found out that because the institution was a small, private one, I would have to pay for it out of pocket. Yeah right... Like I've got
that kind of money stashed under my mattress!
So now it's back to the drawing board.
Yippy-frikkin-skippy.
I hafta admit, I'm still amazed that I don't have to redo any subjects I tanked. And that includes my weakest subject... Which I don't think I have to remind myself or anyone else as to what that is. *shudder*
While I didn't do horribly bad on any of 'em, I still can't believe that as a once published writer, I scored almost as low as I did on... *shudders again* ...the math.
Man, I've had an odd, intutive feeling all week that that essay is what killed me.
If anyone has ever taken the GED, what the frak is up with these random essay topics that just causes your brain to have a seizure? I mean, really... Perhaps it was my luck of the draw or something to wind up with a topic that turned the gelatinous mass within my cranium into a soup without substance, because dammit... With the money I had to dish out for this, I should be able to demand a do-over.
